In the middle of broken buildings, on a closed, remote military base, where the sky is painted black, clouds of dust are raised by bombs, around the furries corpses, he is sitting, hidden, wrapped in his own arms, hugging a thin, long gun anthro male fox. He really want to live, and praying silently to survive, scared as fuck.

Gideon: Oh, almighty, please, save me from this nonsense...